Something tells me that I'm going to be getting out the yarn and turning the cat carrier into a trap again this weekend. Though what I would love to do is find the mom cat and haul her butt to the vet for a spaying. However, the only other cat I've seen around acts wild, but has a collar, and I've never seen it with pregnant belly (nor do I even know if it's male or female).

Jazzcat - So the differences between going from two to three isn't all that noticeable, huh? Except for the vet bills, I bet. I keep having horrible flashbacks to Mowg's first vet bill for the works - sedation, physical, vaccinations, poop test, dewormer, bits removal, and flea treatment.

QSA - I notice the correlation between my cat limit chant now that you've pointed out. Even my subconscious is working against me on this one!

I just know that if I catch this little goober, it'll take longer to socialize because I won't be able to sit with it nearly 24/7 like I did with Mowg now that I'm out from about 7 in the morning to about 6 to 6:20 in the evening (depending on traffic). Curse that long drive to work!

Though somehow I get the feeling that Zelda will either be relieved that Mowg would have a little play buddy, or they would double-team her for play time... Ack! Subconscious telling me to catch and keep it again!

...I give up...